Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2008 09:47:46 -0400
From: punkzunk@verizon.net
Subject: Catching Dennis #2
Dennis took a shower on that Thursday evening just as Mommy told him to.
He dried off, wrapped the towel around his middle and went into his room as
she called down the hall -
"I laid your clothes out, Dennie, on your bed."
There on the bedspread were a pair of clean jeans and a T-shirt with blue
stripes running crossways, a pair of sweat socks and - hey, wait a minute -
it was a pair of lacy red panties. Girl panties. Brand new, too. He knew
there must be some mistake, and he went over to the dresser and opened his
underwear drawer. There were a dozen more pairs of girl's panties -
filling the drawer almost all the way and... and no briefs. No boy
underpants.
"You see, Dennis... "
Mommy was standing in the open doorway watching him.
"You see, I went shopping and got you all new underpants. Aren't they
pretty? If you're going to be Mommy and Daddy's sissy-boy, then you'll
have to start dressing that way too. That's what you will wear from now
on, is that understood?"
"Girl panties?"
"Hurry up - let me see you put them on. We don't want to be late for the
Webster's cookout, do we?"
He awkwardly tried to step into one side of the strange new underwear with
the towel still around him - Mommy quickly reached over and snatched the
towel away.
"Put them on, Dennis - we don't have all night... "
He was embarrassed as he pulled them on. They were soft and silky, but as
he pulled them up it took some effort because they were very tight.
"These are too small, Mom... "
"Too small, Mommy."
"These are too small, Mommy."
"No, they're exactly the right size. I bought them that tight on purpose.
Pull them all the way up."
He did as he was told. Even soft his penis was quite snugly encased in the
tight fabric.
"Now turn around and let me see."
He turned to face her and she sat back on the side of the bed, looking
intently at her boy.
"That's good, Dennie. That's very good. Reach up and finger your
nipples."
He did as he was told, and almost like a reflex his teenage penis started
to swell in the tight girly panties. His mother stared at the growing
bulge. The fabric was quickly distended and tight - so tight that his
boner could hardly grow out all the way. She leaned over and flicked her
fingertips with sharply snapping teases against the throbbing head of the
boy's tightly pantied wiener.
"Oh yes, Dennie. That's how it should always be. Do you know what penis
restraint is?"
He shook his head. Her fingers kept flicking and there was even a tiny wet
spot showing through the silky red fabric.
"Penis restraint is a way of helping you to control your filthy nastiness.
That's why the panties are so tight, Dennie - every time you are feeling
naughty and wanting to wank your weenie, the tightness of them will
restrain your erection and prevent you from indulging in your habit. Do
you understand that?" Her fingertips gently squeezed the swollen dickhead
through the panties, making him feel a rush of pleasure like he had never
felt before. He moaned softly. She gently squeezed again.
"Yes, I can see that this will be an effective regulator for that dirty
habit of yours. Now -" she took her hand away, leaving him standing there
with a tightly imprisoned adolescent erection that was desperate for
relief.
"We don't want to have an accident now, do we Dennie?"
He could hardly catch his breath.
"No... no Mommy, we don't want an accident... "
"Daddy wouldn't like us to have an accident, would he?"
"No Mommy... "
"Of course he wouldn't. Not if he couldn't be here to see it. No. Now -
I want you to get dressed and be ready to go in ten minutes. It looks
cloudy outside - hardly a day for a cookout - but the Websters are
expecting us. Get dressed."
"Yes, Mommy."
"Oh - and Dennie?"
"Yes?"
"From now on if you do lose control and have an accident you better be
prepared to lick it up. Do you understand?"
She left the room. He so wanted to wank all the way - he almost made his
still erect weenie spurt and splatter just from the feeling of his jeans
sliding up over his hips, gliding smoothly over the red silk underneath.
He knew he had to control his nastiness. He knew he had to be a good
boy...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The rain started while they were in the car, and by the time they pulled
into the Webster's driveway it was coming down steadily. They gathered up
the bags of chips and soda and made a dash to the front door, where
Mr. Webster was waiting with a broad smile.
"Looks like we're rained out, Mike! Come on in where it's dry... "
Mr. Webster lived here alone with his son Johnny. Mrs. Webster had gotten
sick last winter and went away to a hospital. Dennis didn't know exactly
what was wrong with her, but his mother had told him that Mrs. Webster
would be living in a hospital from now on and would only come home to visit
on an occasional weekend. Johnny Webster was a year ahead of Dennis at
school - he was in eighth grade - and he had a reputation as a bully.
Since they were in different classes the boys only casually knew each
other, but he'd heard that Johnny got into fights pretty often and he liked
to pick on the nerdy geeks in seventh grade. Dennis wasn't nerdy, exactly
- but his horn-rimmed glasses did make him look kind of geeky. Johnny
looked like a younger version of his father - jet-black hair and very white
teeth with a fair shadowing of dark peachfuzz on his upper lip. Johnny
even had a little bit of hair on his chest - it poked up at the top of his
T-shirt, and his arms and legs were lightly covered with soft dark hair.
Mr. Webster gestured them down to the rec room, where the makings for the
cookout were spread out on a ping-pong table. He handed Mike a can of beer
and asked Dennis if he'd like a Coke.
"Sure, Mister Webster. A Coke would be fine."
If Johnny's arms were covered with dark silky fuzz, his father's arms were
more densely hairy, and as he handed Dennis the soda, the boy felt an
unexpected sort of thrill seeing them. Mr. Webster was handsome. Dennis
felt himself flush in the face as he silently couldn't help but wonder if
the man wore boxer shorts like his Daddy does.
"I gotta say, Mike - these boys are growing up so fast, pretty soon they'll
be shaving."
Johnny was slumped on ther couch across the room, and Dennis noticed that
when Mr. Webster mentioned shaving, the boy ran his fingertip across the
fuzz on his upper lip. Dennis didn't have any peachfuzz - he didn't hardly
have any hair on his body at all. The first ones had sprouted when he was
ten and a half - but mostly he was pretty smooth except for a sort of
reddish light blonde fringe around his weenie and under his arms.
"No, Dave - " Mike replied - "looks like my kid's not near as far along as
Johnny there."
"Well, Johnny's old enough now to even dig into his old man's copies of
Hustler. Thinks I don't know, but - "
"Aw, Dad, c'mon... " Johnny protested. Only once or twice... "
"Yeah, I know about what boys your age are interested in. I was a teenager
too myself."
Dennis squirmed - uncomfortable at the subject being raised. Then his
mother spoke in a flat, loud tone -
"Dennis there is a regular wanker. Can't keep his hands off it. We've had
to impose some discipline, me and Mike - and we've caught him looking at
filth on the computer too."
The boy felt like he wanted to just sink down all the way into the floor
and dissapear. But he was sure that he noticed a gleam of interest in
Mr. Webster's eyes.
"Checking out the babes, huh Dennis?"
"You'd think so, but it turns out - you tell him, Dennis."
The boy flushed with embarrassed panic - "What??? Tell him.... what???"
"You're a deviant, Dennis - you can tell Mr. Webster... grownups know about
those things."
"Sure, Dennis - you can tell me. You think about that dirty stuff, huh?
Well - I've caught Johnny looking at pictures of hot blondes in those thong
things - that what you like, kid?"
Dennis couldn't say anything.
"Oh, for God's sake, Dennis - stand up. Face Mister Webster. Now - pull
down your pants. Pull them down. Let him see... "
His father interrupted sternly "You heard your mother. Drop 'em."
'... B-b-b-but.... " Dennis had never been so embarrassed. Johnny sat
up on the couch and showed the first signs of interest of the whole
evening. What could he do? Dennis unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his
jeans - he closed his eyes tightly - and pulled the pants halfway down.
Mr. Webster whistled low.
"Those are... "
"Panties - " Mike said matter-of-factly. "Yeah, girl underpants. That's
the only way we can get him to control himself. He's a habitual wanker - a
chronic masturbator. Refuses to control it. So we have to keep him
restrained in those tight little things. But he doesn't mind - do you
Dennie? Fact of the matter is, he's a goddam sissy perv, that's what he
is. He goes for his own Daddy, he gets off on my dirty undershorts and my
stinking dirty socks, if you can believe that. Sniffs 'em. Smells 'em
while he's wanking! Thirteen years old and he's a perv!"
Dennis wasn't sure, but he thought could see Mr. Webster glance over at
Johnny with a sort of gleam in his eyes.
"It's not that he's lacking in a boy's equipment - he's pretty decent in
that department." his mother said casually.
His father interrupted "Show Mr. Webster your weenie, Dennis."
"Yes... " Mr. Webster said slowly - "show me what's making those little red
slut panties stick out like that... "
Dennis could hardly believe he was hearing this. He remained motionless,
as if in a sort of daze, and then Mr. Webster reached over and - yanked
them down! Free of the tight confinement, the boy's erect weenie bobbed
and throbbed as they all watched intently.
"I see what you mean" Mr. Webster said in a low voice. "Looks like those
girly-underpants really roused him up. What other sick sissiness does he
have?".
"Chest nipples" his mother answered. "First time I caught him at the
computer, he was looking at movies of hairy, muscular college guys fucking
girls and he was fingering and pinching his own nipples with his free
hand... "
"Hot titties, huh?"
"And talking to himself! Filthy things!"
"Oh, yeah?" Mister Webster slyly asked, with a mocking kind of sing-song
tone in his voice - "what kind of filthy things, Dennis? What were you
wishing that hot, hairy college guy would do to you? Pinch your hot little
titties, sissyboy? Let you rub your boner against his hot hairy legs or
his hot hairy chest or even his tight hairy big-boy butt... is that what
you wanted to do? Go ahead, boy - you can tell us... We won't laugh....
too much!"
At that he let out a loud chortle.
Dennis had kept his eyes glued to the floor in shame, and now he looked up
- there was a long, thick bulge in Mr. Webster's pants, which he was
fingering through the fabric. Daddy's pants were tented out now too - and
Mommy - Mommy had her hand reaching down into the front of her slacks where
her fingers wiggled. She was breathing heavy too - and across the room
Johnny was staring at her with teenage lust, his own jeans sporting a bulge
as long and thick as his father's. Dennis noticed that at the same time
she kept looking at Johnny's bonered denim.
"Well, maybe it's time that Dennis got broken-in, so to speak... "
"No - " Dennis's mother interrupted quickly. "He - well, he's a licker. A
licker and a sniffer."
"Whatcha mean?"
"Dennis - get over here!" his father commanded. "Get on your knees, boy...
"
The boy obeyed immediately and Daddy turned around with his back turned,
unbuckled his pants and dropped them, thrusting the seat of his boxers out
into Dennis's upturned face:
"Kiss my ass, sissyboy. Kiss Daddy's shitter. Show everyone what you like
so much. Push your face in there - sniff that crack. Makes your mouth
water, doesn't it, boy?"
"Ummm ... " Dennis murmured.
"Maybe we'll get some shithole cleaning done tonight, how about that, huh?
Let you sniff and lick Mr. Webster's hairy crapper, Dennis - would you like
that? Clean him up real good - like that, boy?"
"Ummm... "
"And how 'bout your classmate here?" Mr. Webster interjected "Think Johnny
here has a hairy crack like his old man? Think you'd like finding out?"
"No!" Dennis's mother broke in - "He can lick it, okay. He can lick
Johnny's crap-crack okay, but he's gonna do it while Johnny rides me and
fucks me. Got that? Anybody got any objection?"
"I don't!" Johnny answered. "I'll let any geek fag lick my shitter if I
can fuck pussy at the same time."